It had been a few days since Yan Liqiang last entered the Imperial Capital. When he came back again on the carriage, he noticed a commotion in the city. Two long queues that went on for several hundred meters had formed on the streets. In the queues were people of all ages and genders, ranging from two years old to eighty years old.
Since there were too many people, the queues were inevitably chaotic. People scrambled after one another, some were cutting queues and causing arguments. There were a few law enforcers trying to maintain order. They shouted loudly with iron rulers in their hands, "Don't cut in line! Come one by one! Everyone will get their share! Those who don't follow the rules shall get a serving from this iron ruler…!"
As one of the law enforcers was speaking, he spotted a figure pushing his way toward the front of the queue. He promptly walked over to the figure and pulled him out of the queue by his collar. "Zhu Laoba, what are you doing?"
